blastofberry:

I mean, it isn’t as if I was a member of the fight club or anything like that, but I’ve been told I have fire and passion for what I believe in. Doesn’t that count as strength?

Tsk, tsk. First rule of Fight Club, Miss Berry. Yes, that definitely counts as strength in my book. I commend you for that, love.

blastofberry:

I hate to brag, but… I definitely am.

I feel suddenly curious.

dailyotter:

Who, Me?

Via rwoan

Well, it’s admirable.

I thank you. You seem like you’d be a little scrapper yourself, Rachel.

You’re a fighter, aren’t you?

‘Til the very end, sweetheart.

Don’t fight fire to to fire, Henry! It’ll only cause more to spread.

Honey, let me tell you something: If someone tries to mess with me, I’ll just throw it right back in their face ten times harder.

So here’s what I think. 

so-fabraic:

I’m sure you are, Mr. Barnes. I’m… okay. As okay as I can be in this situation, I guess. And you?

What’s the situation? Can I help in any way? Oh, I’m actually pretty alright at the moment. Just laying out on the roof with my guitar and pack of cigarettes. Good day.

Tasty!! I’ve never been caked before. Slushied many times but never caked.

Red velvet is my absolute favorite. Oh, I’ve only been slushied once. When I got revenge the next day, I think the football players and whoever else throws slushies realized that I’m a force to be reckoned with.

… Oh, gosh. That’s terrible. What flavor was the cake?

Red. Velvet. I practically beat him down afterwards.

So here’s what I think. 

so-fabraic:

You’re just mad that they got you good.

I’m thinking of revenge plots as we speak, Miss Fabray. But aside from that, how’ve you been?